Immortality and Cultivation: I can extract entries from all things.

A month later.

Fang He walked on the main street of the market, with Su Yun'er following behind him.

After breaking through to the sixth level of Qi Refining, his perception range expanded considerably.

The fluctuations and flow of spiritual energy within a radius of fifty feet can be faintly detected.

This is a benefit brought by the [Sharp Senses] attribute, and the effect becomes more and more obvious as the realm increases.

"Shopkeeper, should we still buy the seaweed from the usual place?" Su Yun'er asked in a low voice.

Fang He nodded: "Let's go to Zhang's Herbal Medicine first, and also take a look at the Purple Salvia and Fire Spirit Flower."

The pharmacy's business is now on track.

After deducting costs, he earns a net profit of fifteen or sixteen spirit stones each month, which is several times better than when he was farming.

Su Yun'er managed everything perfectly, and Fang He only needed to come to the market once a month to purchase the main materials.

The market was bustling with people, and the cries of vendors rose and fell.

Fang He walked through the crowd and stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man. When he saw Fang He coming over, he put on a smile.

"Manager Fang, you've come at the perfect time. The finest seaweed has just arrived and is very fresh."

Fang He picked up a seaweed plant and examined it closely.

The leaves are plump and have a deep blue color; they are indeed top-quality.

"What's the price?"

"Eight spirit stones per plant. Manager Fang is a regular customer, so he'll take it for seven and a half."

Fang He put down the seaweed and picked up a slightly less desirable one next to it: "What about this one?"

Six pieces.

"I want five Sea Soul Grass stalks, three Purple Salvia miltiorrhiza stalks, and two Fire Spirit Flowers," Fang He read out the list. "That'll cost me sixty spirit stones in total, how about that?"

The stall owner rubbed his hands together, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Manager Fang, this price..."

"The seas have been quite turbulent lately, and merchant ships don't dare to go far," Fang He said calmly. "Your batch of goods has probably been sitting for a while. If you keep it there any longer, the medicinal properties will diminish, and you won't be able to sell it for a good price."

The stall owner's expression changed slightly, then he smiled wryly: "Manager Fang has a sharp eye. Alright, sixty yuan it is."

Fang He took out the spirit stones from his sleeve and counted them one by one.

Su Yun'er stepped forward, carefully wrapped the medicinal herbs, and put them into her storage bag.

"Manager Fang, I heard that sea monsters have been appearing frequently lately. Is your pharmacy alright?" the stall owner asked while collecting spirit stones.

"fine."

"My cousin works on ships. He said that in the waters to the northeast, there are herds of sea monsters, it's really eerie." The stall owner lowered his voice. "The Zhou family's patrol team has increased their manpower, it looks like something big is about to happen."

Fang He frowned slightly.

He also noticed the unusual movements of the sea creatures.

Over the past month, the number of wounded patients admitted to the pharmacy has increased significantly, most of whom were injured by sea monsters.

The shadow of the Dark Abyss Pavilion seems to be slowly enveloping Qing'ao Island.

"understood."

Fang He said no more and turned to leave with Su Yun'er.

After purchasing the medicinal herbs, the two strolled through the market, preparing to return to the pharmacy.

As Fang He passed a quiet alleyway, he paused slightly.

The "crisis intuition" throbbed slightly, like a fine needle pricking the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was very slight, but enough to raise alarm.

Fang He remained calm and slowed his pace.

"Yun'er, go to Qianji Grocery Store in front and buy two catties of cinnabar."

Su Yun'er was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes."

She never asked why, which was what Fang He was most satisfied with.

After Su Yun'er walked away, Fang He quietly spread out his spiritual senses under the cover of the roadside stalls.

After breaking through the sixth level of Qi Refining, the perception range of [Sharp Spiritual Sense] has expanded to sixty zhang.

He carefully explored the direction of the alley entrance and caught two unfamiliar presences.

A familiar dish—Qian Laosi.

Another unfamiliar flavor, with a faint fishy and salty taste, like the traces left by long immersion in the sea.

Fang He's eyes narrowed slightly.

Qian Laosi, the rogue cultivator who aroused his suspicion in Chapter 55.

After being reported to the Zhou family, Qian Laosi kept quiet for a while, but now he's resurfaced.

Fang He activated the [Introduction to Breath Concealment] technique, minimizing his own aura, and slowly approached the alley entrance.

The alley was secluded, flanked by high walls on both sides, making it difficult for sunlight to penetrate and giving it an exceptionally dark appearance.

Qian Laosi had his back to the alley entrance and was talking quietly with a gray-robed monk.

The gray-robed cultivator was around thirty years old, with a scar on his left eyebrow and a string of sea beast teeth hanging from his waist, emitting a faint fishy smell.

Fang He hid behind a pile of goods outside the alley entrance, using his spiritual sense to lock onto the two people and capture their conversation.

"...The array's core in the East Third District must be properly set up before high tide." Qian Laosi's voice was extremely low, but it did not escape the detection of [Sharp Spiritual Sense].

The gray-robed cultivator nodded: "Understood. Wait for my news in three days."

"The sect leader said that this operation cannot afford to fail." Qian Laosi took out a small array plate from his pocket and handed it to the gray-robed cultivator. "This is the core of the array. You will set it up yourself."

The gray-robed cultivator took the array plate and put it into his sleeve.

Fang He's pupils constricted slightly.

The array plate was about the size of a palm, made of bronze, with complex runes engraved on its surface, and emitted a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Even though they were more than ten feet apart, he could still sense the aura of the array patterns flowing on the array plate.

The entry for "[Formation Insights]" quietly activated, and Fang He instantly made a judgment.

This is a core component of a manipulation formation, different from the trapping and killing formations he learned from Qian Zhenshi. It's more like... a guiding formation.

What are you driving?

Considering the recent unusual activity of the sea creatures, Fang He already had the answer in his mind.

The Dark Abyss Pavilion is setting up a beast-driving formation.

"Qian Laosi, be careful lately," the gray-robed cultivator whispered. "The Zhou family seems to have noticed something; our informants have discovered they're investigating in secret."

"I know." Qian Laosi looked around nervously. "Once this batch of array nodes is set up, I will leave Qing'ao Island."

"That would be best."

The two said no more and went their separate ways.

As Qian Laosi walked towards the alley entrance, Fang He darted away, using the pile of goods as cover, and quietly retreated to the side.

[Crisis Intuition] Another warning has been issued, this time even stronger than before.

Fang He did not rashly follow Qian Laosi.

The gray-robed monk is the key.

The array was in his hands; the keywords "Eastern Third District," "Three Days Later," and "Before High Tide" were the core intelligence.

The gray-robed monk walked out of the alley and headed northeast.

Fang He trailed far behind, maintaining a distance of fifty feet, fully activating the [Introduction to Breath Concealment] technique, his aura almost completely suppressed.

The gray-robed monk walked quickly, glancing around frequently, clearly having received anti-tracking training.

However, under the lock of [Sharp Senses], his whereabouts were nowhere to be hidden.

After crossing half a street, the grey-robed monk stopped at a dock.

Fang He hid behind the signboard of a tea shop, observing coldly.

Several speedboats were moored at the dock, and the grey-robed monk boarded one of the smaller speedboats.

The boat is jet black, has a shallow waterline, and a sharp bow, clearly designed for speed.

The "Skilled in Water" attribute came into play, allowing Fang He to instantly assess the ship's capabilities.

It has an extremely high speed and is suitable for short-distance voyages in coastal waters. However, its range is limited, and the destination should be within 300 miles.

To the northeast, within three hundred li...

Black Reef Island.

Fang He memorized the location.

After the gray-robed monk boarded the ship, the fast boat quickly left the dock and sped off into the northeast.

The boat was moving very fast, and disappeared from sight in less than fifteen minutes.

Fang He stood at the dock, gazing at the distant horizon where the sea and sky met, his expression solemn.

Qian Laosi, Dark Abyss Pavilion, Beast Driving Formation, the core of the formation in the East Third District, high tide in three days...

These fragments pieced together in his mind, gradually revealing the outline of a large net.

The Dark Abyss Pavilion set up a beast-driving formation in the waters surrounding Qing'ao Island in order to trigger a sea beast tide.

Qian Laosi, acting as an inside agent, was responsible for coordinating the arrangement of the formation's core.

The high tide three days later will be the time for their operation.

Fang He took a deep breath.

This matter is of great importance, far beyond what he can handle alone.

We must report this to the Zhou family and work together to address the issue.

But before that, there was one more thing he had to do.

Fang He turned and left the dock, heading towards the market.

He was going to Qianji Grocery Store to find Su Yun'er, and then return to the pharmacy to record in detail what he had seen that day.

Every detail could be the key to breaking the deadlock.

The distinctive features of Qian Laosi, the scar on the left eyebrow of the gray-robed monk, the shape of the fast ship, the flight path heading northeast...

The Dark Abyss Pavilion has already extended its reach to the area surrounding Qing'ao Island.

A cold glint flashed in Fang He's eyes.

He never provokes trouble, but he will never sit idly by and wait to die.

Since the other party has delivered the challenge to our doorstep, we might as well accept it.

Back at Qianji Grocery Store, Su Yun'er had already bought cinnabar and was waiting at the door.

"Shopkeeper, I've bought it." She handed over a packet of cinnabar.

Fang He took it and put it into his storage bag: "Back to the pharmacy."

"Yes."

The two walked one after the other through the crowds in the market.

Fang He remained calm, as if nothing had happened.

But I had already made up my mind.

Three days later, before high tide.

He nipped the storm in the bud before the Dark Abyss Pavilion could stir up any trouble.